Wednesday, August 14, 2002

A great American Icon died yesterday. In the words of Reuters News Agency;

"SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - "Steady" Ed Headrick, the California inventor who figured out a way to make the Frisbee fly fast and straight, has died at the age of 78. His family said his ashes will be made into Frisbees. Headrick died in his sleep early Monday at his home in La Selva Beach, California, his son Ken told the Santa Cruz Sentinel on Tuesday. While no services are now planned, Headrick's ashes will be molded into a limited number of "memorial flying discs" that will be distributed to family and friends, and sold to help fund a future Frisbee/disc golf history and memorabilia museum, his son, Ken Headrick, said."

How cool is that? I absolutely LOVE this idea! Good old "Steady Ed" gave his life figuring out how to make Frisbee's fly fast and straight. And, by golly, he got the job done. And because of his exuberant efforts children, youth, and adults the world over have enjoyed countless hours of flipping the disc back and forth across green summer lawns. What better way to be remembered than by actually becoming that which you spent your life inventing and perfecting!

Hmmm. Wait a second. Now THAT is a thought. Let us run with that idea for a moment. I have a friend who is a pipe fitter. I wonder if, upon his passing, he would like to be fashioned into an 8 foot length of 3/4 inch plastic pvc-person laced piping? We could screw him onto Lock and Dam #26 when they need a replacement part. He tells me his wife calls him "That dam Mark." Why not make it official? And then I have this other buddy, Bill, who works in an auto parts store. I have always thought that he looks a little bit like a tail pipe. Now he can BE one! I have a friend who co-owns a paint factory. They paint bridges and other industrial sites. Let's mix old Kenny into a few 5 gallon cans and let him really paint the town!

And then there is me. I think I know what I want to be. I'm a youth pastor. I'm a children's pastor. I'm an associate pastor. I would never be so presumptious as to be shaped into a bible. I suppose I could have myself cast into a pulpit maybe. That way I could continue to "take a stand." I think it would be cool to be an offering plate or a Lord's Supper cup. I considered becoming an "exit" sign. People always seem in a hurry to get the service over with and leave so I figure I'd be popular in my new job. Actually any of those things would work. But I think I have it beat. I want to be cremated when I die and I want to become a pew. That way I don't have to get up when anyone comes in. I can hold up the service for as long as I want. And if I can be a front row pew I won't have to put up with... well... pew. You know. People will only come to me when they want to know Jesus or get closer to Him. The other pews get all of the riff-raff and fakers. I can finally leave the "wannabee's" behind me. (catch the word picture.) So there ya, go. A pew it is. Front and center. The one the clock is stuck to. The one the pastor spits on. Ahhh.... pastor spit. Some things just never get out of your blood.

Who Dis?

Ron

St. Louis -ish, United States

For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God.
Romans 1:20